Yk it's getting bad when you have to comfort yourself that the hounds from the backrooms aren't going to come for you
It's for fanfic research I can spare some paranoia
(for context I have nyctophobia:/)
For the research though

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
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seen from France
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico

seen from Malaysia
seen from Iraq
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
Yk it's getting bad when you have to comfort yourself that the hounds from the backrooms aren't going to come for you
It's for fanfic research I can spare some paranoia
(for context I have nyctophobia:/)
For the research though
Me: *walking through the dark hallway to get to the bathroom* fuck fuck fuck The Things are gonna get me oh jeez oh fuck oh no-
My headphones: 🎵🎶I SWORE I NEVER SIN AGAIN~! BUT MY PATIENCE IS RUNNING THIN~!🎶🎵
i forgot to put this in my comment on the latest nyctophobia chapter but paul as the guy who talks The Biggest Talk about being good at grilling and then burns everyone's burgers every time..........how does it feel to have the biggest, funniest brain in the twilight fandom
had to transcend my tumblr post to ao3 for the one time
also thank you so much for reading!!! 🩷🩷
So when me and my siblings got snatched by cps from my parents house when I was like 5 years old and my big sister was 12 at the time. My sister apparently really blamed herself for not being able to take care of me and my little brother and for us getting moved to our first (and only) foster home. I only recently found this out from my aunt (11 years after the fact) and she only told me because we had to drive through the town where my siblings and I were in a foster home. My aunt said that the reason my sister treated me like shit and fucking traumatized me was because of her guilt or something. I don't wanna get into too much detail, but basically my sister is the main reason for me having nyctophobia (the fear of the dark, which most children get over pretty quickly) at my big age of 17.
nyctophobia
chapter 12: visiting hours
read on ao3 (no longer posting on ff.net, sawryyyy)
summary: She Leah on my Clear til I Water (the life and times of Jailbird Cinderella). word count: a good and healthy ~6500
thank you so much to everybody who's stuck with me throughout this story. but guess what?? I'm getting laid off from my corporate job next month so I plan to update this fic a lot more often!! lets gooooo
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yall mind if I post a new chapter of nyctophobia? 😳😳😳
The apartment complex stairway hosts swarms of shadow people who are real & want to kill you so bad
I get physically uncomfortable when going through pitch dark rooms